Traditions held a special place in my heart. They were part of my being, a speck of my soul. Traditions spoke to longstanding relationships, consistency and happy memories. The idea of them enthralled me. Especially around the holidays.
Mom would let Nate and I open one present each on Christmas Eve and then we'd get to split a bottle of 'kid wine' as we called it. Now I recognized it for what it was, apple juice in a glass bottle.
Still counted.
I wonder if that's what Nate's doing right now. Opening his present while Mom and Dad watch from their matching recliners. Or maybe that changed when I left. Maybe those traditions fell by the wayside.
I know they did for me.
So now I made my own. Toilet papering Delta Rho's house every Halloween. Taking myself out to a movie and dinner on my
